In the next two long months, Ye Chuxiao would spare half a day almost every day to discuss with the 'followers' on the same boat.

Although it was not a life-and-death struggle, it was a little less bloody, and some followers also subconsciously reserved it when they fought with Ye Chuxiao.

But even so, it is enough for Ye Chuxiao to grow.

Although the way of growing up in the style of war is fast and rapid, it is also easy to overturn and die.

By fighting monks with different specialties, and even facing multiple combination opponents at the same time, Ye Chuxiao has accumulated quite a lot of experience.

Whether it's head-to-head experience or the experience of strategic transfer in the event of defeat.

At the same time, it gradually integrated and used several means to swim through the sea of suffering, and even those who were still struggling in the sea of suffering.

From the current point of view, Ye Chuxiao's current equipment is extremely good.

Martial arts cultivation belongs to melee combat, sword cultivation methods have medium and long-distance deterrence, and the qi practitioner gives him extremely excellent endurance, in the same level, Ye Chuxiao's true qi reserves and qi recovery speed are very excellent, and the cold man can also cast a few cunning talismans, although it cannot form a large lethality, but it can be used to contain the opponent and win the opportunity for other means to attack.

"After passing the Thunder Point in front, you will enter the Storm Sea, this is the most dangerous route, and it is also the most violent and abundant place for the energy of heaven and earth, there are very few cities in the Storm Sea area, but every place is a resource town."

"In the original plan, there was no trip to the Storm Sea."

"However, during this time, the influence caused by the fantasy spiritual root has become more and more sensational, among which the earliest batch of shared spiritual roots have begun to give feedback to many monks, and some people have condensed their private medium-grade spiritual roots with the help of shared spiritual roots, which has attracted widespread attention."

"The Storm Sea Cities Alliance has sent out invitations several times, and we must also make this trip." Ye Chuxiao's side, Wei Zhou was holding a magic mirror, wearing a black secretary professional suit, stepping on hesi and high heels, bowing down and saying expressionlessly.

In the second month of Ye Chuxiao's tour of Zhucheng, Wei Zhou had already been sent to the ship by the Wei family and handed over to Ye Chuxiao for 'disposal'.

Although Wei Zhou himself is riddled with illness, the helmsman of the Wei family obviously has brains and understands what it means to 'join if you can't beat it'.

Seeing Wei Zhou's unruly appearance, Ye Chuxiao happily accepted her as his personal secretary, responsible for dealing with some trivial matters.

At the same time, he is also responsible for docking with the interest groups that have really gained huge profits in this mighty 'utopian spiritual root' activity.

"Dangerous to say that?" Ye Chuxiao asked.

Wei Zhou nodded: "Yes!" The danger comes not only from the sea of storms, but also from those who hide in the sea of storms and carry out assassinations in the name of natural disasters. ”

"If it were me, I wouldn't have missed this opportunity."

Speaking of this, Wei Zhou looked at Ye Chuxiao directly, as if he was looking forward to this sentence, which angered Ye Chuxiao and then expelled her.

"That's a good point!"

"The one who knows the enemy best is always the enemy himself, so if you say that, the security work will be handed over to you to co-ordinate."

"Anyway, I want a smooth finish." Ye Chuxiao said.

Although the Sea of Storms was not the last stop on Ye Chuxiao's route, it was actually about the same.

There are also places that have not been to be there, they are all too remote, and there is actually a 'shared spiritual root' or not, and there is not much difference.

In this world dominated by the sea and dotted with islands, there are almost uninhabited cities on some remote islands.

These cities, for most of the time, are asleep.

During the year, only certain special resources, when they are ripe in the local area, will attract the harvest season, when the originally uninhabited dwellings will wait for their temporary occupants.

In this kind of city, there is no need for Ye Chuxiao to light up and contribute to the spiritual root.

"Ah~ I'm so sleepy!"

"I'm back to catch up on sleep!"

"Hopefully I can get a good night's sleep tonight." Ye Chuxiao stretched and returned to the huge bedroom alone.

turned on the defensive formation in the bedroom, but Ye Chuxiao didn't really sleep peacefully.

"Wei Zhou is credible, she is vaguely reminding me to be careful of unloading and killing donkeys."

"Like she said, she saw me as an adversary, so she didn't allow me, for some reason, to be frustrated by others."

"The sharing of spiritual roots has spread almost all over this important city, and those groups that have lost their interests are also on the new track, regaining new interests, and the people who come to kill me for the sake of spiritual roots cannot be said to be none, but they will never form a scale."

"I'm most worried about my nominal followers."

"Especially in the recent 'competition', some fresh faces joined in, although they didn't make a ruthless move, but they were obviously forcing me to take out the means of pressing the bottom of the box and show them the hole cards."

Ye Chuxiao was not surprised by such a change.

Nowadays, he is almost touted as a 'saint' on the Internet, and some people have already called him 'Wang Sheng', and the name of Wang Gongzi has long been in the past.

Such a status and such a reputation are too asymmetrical compared to his cultivation.

This is a typical 'moral mismatch'.

Therefore, for many people, only the dead 'Wang Sheng' is a good 'Wang Sheng'.

Ye Chuxiao could even imagine that if he was really 'killed', then many statues of him would be erected on the side of many Linggen Squares.

Those who profit from it will use his 'death' to earn the last spirit bead.

What about a world where secondary school diseases are rampant?

Isn't there a villain in the hot-blooded fan?

"It's time to gather the information of the forty-nine spiritual roots and combine them into my unique fantasy spiritual roots."

Ye Chuxiao sat cross-legged on the warm jade mat and began to visualize the forty-nine shared spiritual roots that had been in contact with him.

At this time, there are thirty-two spiritual roots in these forty-nine shared spiritual roots, which have reached the highest grade, and there is no way to enter.

Of the remaining seventeen, sixteen are of the highest grade and one is of the middle and upper grade.

It has not reached the level of forty-nine spiritual roots, all of which are of the highest grade, but it can only be like this, and there is no need to force it.

The fleet passed through Cape Thunder and sailed into a sea as dark as ink.

The waves on the sea suddenly became turbulent and violent.

Huge waves tens of meters high abound here.

And above the sky, there are always thick dark clouds.

The hideous thunder, like the giant net of the gods, was firmly locked on this sea area.

The dragon sleeps soundly in the thunderclouds, and if it is accidentally awakened, it is a great disaster.

The fleet, which already consisted of as many as thirty warships, at this time divided into three groups and advanced in an awl shape.

The huge and gorgeous battleship that Ye Chuxiao was riding was protected in the most central position, and the waving array flags were all unfolded from the bow to the stern.

The complex formation locks the hull of the ship against the storms at sea.

Between his concentrations, Ye Chuxiao called out to the forty-nine spiritual roots, summoning all the information they had gathered and condensed.

In an instant, in the square where those spiritual roots were located, the monks who had opened their eyes could see that from the shared spiritual roots, there were pillars of light rushing into the sky, converging into the distant distance.